Broken Teeth

There are two recurring themes that pop up in my dreams from time to time. The first is a rather distinctive twist on a common dream theme, so I won't mention it, but the second is the falling out teeth one. I had one last night. It was really disturbing. I was spitting out dark dark blood as individual teeth loosened and fell out, until finally my whole lower set hung only by a slither of flesh. It was a rather dramatic dream and I vaguely recall being on the run from some baddies, but mainly it was all about the teeth. And as is often the case in my recurring themed dreams, I don't know I'm dreaming, but I'm aware I've dreamt these themes countless times before.

So it's a classic anxiety dream, apparently one of the most common. It's to do with powerlessness, fear, appearance anxiety etc..yes, yes, suppose all themes that fit me like a glove..but I wouldn't say I was anxious last night at all. Hmm.

And so, it's been snowing. Seems the country or atleast London came to a standstill yesterday.

And I've just not been blogging. Or writing about my recent colourful lovelife. I dunno. Suppose there was alot to write and I wanted to do it properly. I cannae be asked today. As usual. Plus, there's been alot on socially so my evenings are less free to introspective warblings. Which let's be honest is a good thing. Introspective me is an infinite bore :)

However, I can sum up the main lesson in a sentence or two: "A date with someone who is sweet on you is a really wonderful thing. More wonderful would be if you returned that sweetness". Hey ho.